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Monday, 25 February 2013

To The Wonder

I'm never quite sure what to make of Terrence Malick. Terrence Snorelick? Definitely. But still, I want to like him and I flit backwards and forwards between opinions of him as self-indulgent bore and cinematographic genius. To The Wonder is eerily beautiful, fascinating and consuming but - and I'm going to be honest here - I can't help but get a little bored. I think my problem with Malick is that I feel like I shouldn't be bored, that my boredom means that I'm uneducated, unwilling and uninterested. And I'm not. Hell, I've sat through repeated viewings of Birth of a Nation. From what I can gather, I like to look at a Terrance Malick film, but I don't, really, like to watch.

Also, give me more Rachel McAdams. I love Rachel McAdams in the same vein that I inexplicably love Sienna Miller and Keira Knightley: are they underrated geniuses squirming to get away from the mainstream or are they just terrible actresses? Will we ever know?